does this mean you wont be finishing the wips you have kr new reqs you get? >:|
Hello! Don't be mad, Anon, please! 😅
I will still do the requests pending from this account (once I have the motivation to do so), I woould not be abandoning them, it might just take a while before I could actually write them.
And once I got the motivation back to write requests, I will post them in my new blog ( @/allens-underground-lair ) so if you have a request pending, you will find the post in that blog and not here ^^
No worries, once I start posting the requests, I will make sure to post an announcement here so you guys won't miss it!
Also pinned in my sideblogs (@allensimpsforcorpse | @geosallen)
Good day/evening, everyone!
Just an Announcement concerning my activity in this account and future writings and art under the cut!
It's your choice if you wish to know why I've been inactive regarding my content, what I plan to do next, and my new account or not, this is for people who were curious why I haven't written or drawn the content I promised ^^
REASON why I have been inactive with posting content
To be honest, there really isn't any important or big reason why I have stopped posting or completing my promised tasks (stories, arts...), the clearest reason I can think of is I got overwhelmed with everything. A burn out, really.
I had those continuous days and months of being very motivated to write requests and update my own fanfics, it was a very good timeline for me. My confidence was off the roof and I was very inspired and motivated to post everything I think of and been requested.
Eventually, at some point, I started feeling like I couldn't write anymore. I've been doing it for days straight and I suddenly had a huge writer's block that wouldn't go away for so long. Not to mention, I keep getting sick and having personal issues. All that added up together wasn't good for my mental health.
Recently, I thought I can go back to writing (The Birthday Event in my Corpse blog) but turns out, I was not. Thankfully, there wasn't much requests that came in from it, that was the very first time I was happy I was ignored 😂
Tldr; The reason I stopped posting is because I got overwhelmed by non-existent expectations from followers and I had a sever burn out which caused me to dtop writing for a long time.
What do I PLAN to do next?
This account doesn't really feel comfortable to me anymore. Nothing specifically happened to it but the sight of this account and my constantly reminds me of my burn out stage and honestly, I couldn't stand it much.
It does have its good memories, I met a lot of amazing people through this account and they made logging into this account a lot more comfortable but as of now, I really couldn't do it much longer.
So as of now, my main plan to create a new account! And write stories and drawing for myself first until I'm more comfortable before accepting requests again. The new account is already made which leads to the last point of this post.
My NEW ACCOUNT
My new account is @allens-underground-lair (couldn't tag it for some reason) and if you want to follow me there or not is up to you, I wouldn't be upset if you don't because I understand that I'm not really a active creator and I don't really follow creators who are not active either.
It's not complete yet! The navigation isn't done yet and I haven't really posted anything yet but I'll soon start shitposting in it so if you wanna see me just be a total menace and simping 24/7, you'll see it there soon 😂😂
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So that's all I wanna say! That new account will have a lot of fandoms in it as I don't plan to make new side blogs anymore, it'll all be there... mashed together... in one mixing pot of a blog 😂
I'm not sure if I will delete this blog (and the sideblogs) or just keep it as an Archived for the content already posted here but for now, I'll keep it up for archiving reasons and for the event I signed up in using this account, or rather my sideblog.
See you or not see you there, I hope you have a great month of May and thank you for being here! 💙💙
pretty sure that that cottaqewhore person you rbed from is a terf
you guys honestly have to stop sending me this stuff as if it's anything other than speculation and gossip. i've never seen anything trans exclusionary on their blog at all. they don’t post about feminism or politics or anything at all to suggest any particular beliefs, let alone belonging to a hate group. for that matter, they don’t even make or reblog text posts?? i checked their archive and i only found two (2) text posts they’ve ever made or shared at all and one was just someone's donation post and one was 'thank you for 25k followers'. they run multiple blogs and literally all of them are just pretty pictures. it takes two seconds to verify this. there is literally absolutely nothing in any of them to give the impression that they are a terf in any way whatsoever.
either show me some actual evidence or stop sending me this weird unsourced gossip any time i reblog from anyone. if i keep getting '[X person] is a bigot' asks with zero evidence beyond just gossip i'm just gonna start blocking people
okay i ALSO just double checked their ask posts just to be safe and they’re not even cis!!! i found an ask where they talk about being nonbinary and were speaking out against transphobia!!! this is literally a trans person we’re talking about! like there is REALLY nothing to indicate that this person is remotely a terf and we’ve gotta stop doing this.
for that matter, even if this person actually was a terf, which they’re not, it’s not helpful to send this stuff with zero evidence attached at all. if you’re going to make a claim about an individual in order to demand other people disavow them, it’s the bare minimum you could do to actually back that claim up. the notion that we ought to be blocking people or cutting them off in any way based on unsourced claims is honestly a kind of disturbing one. like can you see how that norm can be used to isolate people who have done nothing wrong?
i see this a lot, where someone will be sent an ask saying like. “heads up, [x] person you just reblogged from is [insert bad thing]”, and people will respond ‘oh shit sorry, i didn’t know’ and delete the post. no asking for evidence, no requiring it. just the mere fact that someone made an accusation is seen as enough for this. this is especially dangerous in a space where anyone can say whatever they want; meanwhile, actually asking for proof is seen as doubting people’s lived experiences. there are a lot of folks who i think are legitimately worried about being seen as supporting bigots by simply asking for evidence before disavowing and cutting a person off. that’s concerning!! so.. yeah, if you’re gonna send me stuff like this, including any actual evidence is the literal bare minimum
Summary: While going through a photo album, Y/N comes across a picture that brings back a lot of memories.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for the adorable request! I had a blast writing it although I’m really sorry it took me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
Settling in with a romantic partner is not an experience Y/N has had to deal with before. When she used to think about it, she’d imagine it being stressful and annoying as any moving process is but it is only that she is indeed moving that she realizes that the only part that’s really annoying is the need to be at her boyfriend’s apartment so badly while still having formalities to go through that require her to stay in her old home.
Luckily that’s over with now - she’s settled in the box-like apartment and has just received the stuff she called her parents to send her a couple of days ago. Corpse had told her beforehand that, due to his minimalistic amount of belongings, she could bring in as much stuff as she wanted. And if that isn’t a dream for a sentimentalist like her, then I don’t know what is.
Currently, she’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of the guest bedroom where her stuff will be residing like a walk-in closet of sorts. She’s taking a trip down memory lane, digging through the contents of the boxes that have just arrived. Most of the items she sees inside are worth nothing but sentimental value which to her is far more important than the price of it all in cash. There’s children’s books she used to love, diplomas she isn’t sure why her parents would be sending her, some pieces of handmade jewelry, records and a record player and finally - and most importantly - there’s many photo albums, each and every single one marked with the time period of the pictures it contains.
Unlike her organized parents, however, Y/N doesn’t bother with the mess before she flips one of these albums open, flipping through it in an attempt to jostle the memories in her brain while simultaneously looking at them. There’s pictures of many birthdays whether it be her own or of one of her siblings or parents. There’s pictures of her with the neighborhood kids she used to play with - and get hurt with - a lot during the preteen years of her life.
Then there are the pictures of her first and last day of each grade - a family tradition put in place by her parents. There’s family vacation pictures, prom pictures, pictures from her graduation etc. Simply put: plenty of important moments secured in a fragment of time with the use of a camera.
Flipping that one closed, Y/N reaches into the box for another one just for her hand to grab a small bootleg looking album that, judging by its size, is meant exclusively for polaroid pictures. She giggles to herself, remembering the craze her and her siblings when through when her sister got a polaroid camera for her fifteenth birthday.
“This should be fun…“ she mumbles to herself as she begins looking through it, immediately bursting out laughing at the ridiculous photos inside that mostly consist of her and her family getting captured in embarrassing or awkward positions by whoever the photographer was, walking into the room unannounced and taking a picture before anyone could prepare.
The locations vary from their house, their grandparents’ house, the park, the beach, the McDonalds playground where her dad would take her and her siblings because he’s always been hopeless at cooking.
Summary: After years of a remote online friendship, Corpse and Y/N finally meet when the latter has to fly to San Diego for work
Requested by 🎧 Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for it to be written and posted but here it finally is and I hope you still come across it and enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤
“NO FUCKING WAY?!“ If you had known this was the reaction you’d get once you finally bite the bullet and decide to fly over to the complete opposite coast of the US, you would’ve done it sooner. “Oh my fucking God, you just made my year. Scratch that, my whole decade!“
“Don’t get ahead of yourself! This is a business trip, Corpse, don’t expect us to hang out 24/7. We’ll be lucky if we manage to see each other for anything more than two hours.“ You say, bringing your friend’s excitement down a couple of notches as for him to not be disappointed later on when you do land in San Francisco and have to constantly reject his offers to hang out as a result of the busy schedule which will be laid on you for the entire week while you’re there.
Truth be told, this is far from your first work trip that you’ve had to take by plane but you’re still a nervous flier. Not necessarily a scared one, but you’re definitely nervous and anxious unless you pop a medically prescribed pill to calm you down or have a drink or two on the plane - being in business class makes that a better option than the pills so that’s what you’ve been resorting to ever since you turned twenty-one two years ago.
That’s also around the time you started doing side hustles to help cover your rent because at that time you were still only a minimally paid apprentice at the company you’re currently working at with a proper pay. One of those side hustles was streaming - a dear love of yours. It was more a pursuit of a dream than an active search for money. You always would roll your eyes at content creators who’d say they weren’t doing it for the money but it’s only after you garnered a small but very loyal following that you found out it was very true and accurate - depending on the creator themselves, of course.
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral), Corpse Husband & Reader’s Child (Female)
Warnings: None :)
Genre: Domestic Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Just one day of the many Corpse has had to babysit his roommate Y/N’s rowdy toddler.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderfully adorable request! I had such a blast writing it and I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to get around to it sooner but here it finally is and I hope it makes the wait worth it! Love, Vy ❤
Note: P/T - Parental Title (Mother/Mom, Father/Dad, other…)
“I’m off! Have fun you two!“ You call out from the foyer of yours and Corpse’s shared apartment, hopping around on one foot as you put on your shoes.
Your roommate emerges from the kitchen with your one year old daughter Morgan on his hip, pacifier in her mouth to keep her from chewing on the poor man’s hair, “Good luck at work.”
“Thanks.“ You give him a small smile, adjusting our clothes one last time in the full-body length mirror before kissing your daughter on the top of the head, “Be good, ok? Don’t torture Corpse too much.“ The toddler, as though she understands the teasing, flashes you a smile as much as she can around the pacifier and it’s the most wholesome thing. You kiss Corpse one the cheek, exchanging quick ‘bye‘s with him before you head out the door, closing it with a click of the lock behind you.
And with that, the one year old baby and the twenty-four year old man-child alone in the apartment as every other day of the week except weekends.
“Alright, your P/T left us a list of things we need to do so, as soon as I’m done with that, we’ll be off to the park, ok?“ This is their usual routing but Morgan is just a child so she never, not even for a single day, strays from showing her impatience when it comes to going to the park. Today, luckily, she’s decided to show it in the form of a frown and a pout instead of her ear-splitting crying. Still, Corpse ‘scolds‘ her for good measure - ok, he actually does it to make her giggle which, “Hey, don’t give me that look. You’re the only living being on this world that can drag me out into one of the most crowded places in this part of the city. The least you can do is hold your horses, alright?“
Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral - the inspiration behind Y/N in this is the tiktoker @/barbie420babe)
Warnings: Kinda ‘bitchy’ Reader, Swearing (use of the word ‘Bitch’)
Genre: Fluff, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Requested by Anon. Thank you so much for the request dear! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to get to your request but here it finally is and I hope it was worth the wait! Love, Vy ❤
- If there’s any way to describe you 100% accurately it would be via the lyrics of Lady Gaga’s Donatella
- Blonde, skinny, rich and a little bit of a bitch
- A walking talking Barbie doll if you will
- But with plenty more attitude and brains, of course
- The demographic of your fans is to be estimated based on your appearance and the content you make but you’ve never strayed from that façade too much
- You like the publicity, negative and positive
- You like the attention, knowing all eyes are on you gives you a certain sense of power
- And places you lightyears away from your boyfriend on the spectrum of priorities
- While you aim to be in the spotlight and always shine brighter than the previous time, Corpse prefers keeping to himself and sticking around in the shadows from where he’s constantly cheering you on
- You’re the confrontational one who wouldn’t thing twice about arguing with rude people on his behalf in public or online
- You’re the one to complain when they get his order wrong at whatever restaurant you two choose to frequent
- And you most definitely take no shit when it comes to yourself either but you’re a bit more chill when it’s you in the equation
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral) x Dream - Poly Relationship
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Dream is not too happy with the flattering comments sent Y/N and Corpse’s way.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long to see it turned into a fic but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
“You know, if you’d stop screaming you’d be able to hear us, right?“ I sarcastically remark, earning myself a scoff from Karl.
“I’m sorry, how about you try to find yourself in this situation with this fucking ghost Suzanne. Yeah, fuck you, Suzanne.“ He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence properly before he screams, probably startled by the ghost he just insulted.
I cackle to myself, “Trust me, I wouldn’t be able to find myself in such a predicament even if I tried.”
Playing Phasmophobia with Karl, Dream and Corpse has become my favorite hobby while I use my vacation days off of work. I don’t have the budget for an actual vacation just yet, so this is what I consider to be the closest thing to it - gaming. Obviously, I will go on a vacation when there’s a bigger bang to my buck.
This content creator thing is working fairly nicely so far, I’m not complaining. To be completely honest, I never would’ve thought I would be making money from this and I never counted on it. I did it for fun and relaxation until my boyfriends convinced me otherwise.
now it's up to y/n and corpse to deal with the aftermath.
a mini part.
─── corpse x female reader ༉
─── social media au + written fic ༉
─── word count: 1,5k ༉
─── tw: none
author’s note: this is corpse's pov of the mini part! if you haven't read it, i highly recommend you do so! from now on, i will reblog my fics to @corpsesbabyreblogs! if you want to, you can turn on post notifications instead of being tagged. this way you don't have to ask me to be added to the taglist and you can stay anonymous!
Y/N had been quiet for a while and Corpse was starting to get worried.
Quiet was not a word usually associated with her and while Corpse understood where the sudden lull in energy came from, it didn’t soothe the overprotective part of his brain that extended to all of his friends. Especially Y/N.
Corpse muted his microphone and turned to her. Y/N’s face had fallen a little, the bags under her eyes that were permanently there already even more prominent. “Still thinking about her?” he asked. “Didn’t I tell you to let it go?”
He didn’t want to sound accusatory or annoyed. He wasn’t. Far from it really. Corpse was worried that there was something inside of Y/N that had snapped, the strength that once held her together falling away because of some girl who thought she could break Y/N with her shitty behaviour.
Corpse needed Y/N back.
She shrugged, the shirt she was wearing rustling with the movement. “I don’t know…” she mumbled. Corpse’s heart sank a little. “You did and I tried but then I thought back to how embarrassed she looked and-”
Corpse interrupted her and didn’t find it within himself to apologise. “She embarrassed herself enough the last couple of streams.”
He was too angry. Not at her, never at her, but at the girl who had dimmed her enjoyment of the stream, who was trying to drive a wedge between Y/N and himself, maybe even between her and the fandom.
If one person on Twitter is mean to her, I will raise hell.
She laughed and her head fell on Corpse’s shoulder. Corpse froze for a split second before sinking into the warmth of Y/N’s body. His arm wrapped around Y/N. Corpse didn’t even think about it, it just happened. It was as though his body knew how to touch her before his brain did.
Corpse took hold of the mouse while Y/N manned the keyboard. You were a good team despite never having played like this before. You were so in sync with each other and Corpse was only now realising it. How Y/N made the tea while Corpse dumped in the sugar like a well-oiled machine. How everything seemed to just fit whenever you two were together.
If soulmates existed, whether they were platonic or… Corpse shook his head, avoiding Y/N’s questioning eyes. Platonic. You two were platonic. Always have been, always will be.
Not per his choice.
There was something Corpse learned a long time ago. If you truly love someone, if they are your best friend in the whole wide world; don’t date them. It only breeds eventual misery and tragedy.
But…
There was something there. A twin flame. A soulmate. He found it all in Y/N.
Corpse broke out of his dwindling thoughts and focused back on Y/N, frowning when he saw her furrowed eyebrows, her cramped fingers. Corpse made her pause by a little cabin, taking her warm hand into his own cold one.
“Y/N, listen to me. She did this to herself and besides, I was the one who made the fanfiction comment. She will be okay, she’ll bounce back, just wait and see. I think she’ll come back even harder and try even more because people like her… They thrive on this kind of drama. She’s probably inventing some enemies to lovers plotline starring me as we speak.”
A giggle escaped Y/N’s lips, clearly involuntary.
It made him grin back.
“Well?” he asked, hoping to make Y/N focus on something else than his probably blushing cheeks. Maybe the red lights of his setup will mask the sudden flush of his skin. Or maybe Y/N will be kind enough not to comment on it.
How could he not be flustered, though, when she was smiling at him like that. It was a bright smile, it was a helpless smile. One she just couldn’t quite contain. It was toothy and gummy and Corpse’s stomach did a thing he immediately tried to forget.
“Okay, okay,” Y/N laughed, throwing her hands up.
Corpse nearly sighed in relief.
He was still holding her hand but she didn’t say anything about it so he didn’t pull away.
“You were right,” she finally admitted. Corpse’s smirk was growing more and more. Maybe he was a little helpless as well.
“I couldn’t hear you that well. Care to tell me again?” Corpse asked then, wiggling his eyebrows. He wanted to tease her again and again, just to get a reaction out of her. Maybe he resembled a kid on the playground who was starting to think that girls weren’t icky and maybe, for once, he didn’t care.
He let it happen.
Y/N shoved at his shoulder, jostling Corpse a little in his chair. It was still soft enough to not hurt him and something about the way Y/N was, as a person, made him think that she purposefully held back. Corpse didn’t know whether to scream at the fact that people had to be careful with him or cry from the way in which she did it so effortlessly.
Corpse turned the microphone on to distract himself.
“Shut. Up.” Came Y/N’s small reply.
Corpse was heard when the microphone turned back on, the easy laughter alerting everyone on the campsite.
“The serial killer will find you like this,” Y/N said but Corpse could just hear the fond amusement. It was audible as much as Corpse’s relaxed nature around Y/N was.
It was magnetic.
The campsite stayed quiet for a moment and Y/N turned in Corpse’s chair, her eyes meeting Corpse’s again. Corpse had been turned back to her already, as if pulled in by an immovable force. As much as he didn’t want to make it so obvious that there was something about Y/N that drew him in, he couldn’t stop it. He had to see her again and again and again. He had to watch her eyes flutter, had to watch Y/N tuck her hair behind her ear when she concentrated on the game.
“I don’t care.”
It came spilling out.
Helpless, once again.
Y/N was still watching Corpse, eyes big and understanding. Corpse didn’t know why they would be understanding. It wasn’t as though she felt as drawn in by him as he did by her.
The killer had popped up behind Y/N but Corpse didn’t have the willpower to tell her. Y/N’s eyes were on him and while Corpse hated being watched, hated being seen, he felt the entirety of the weight he had been carrying for so long when it was her who did the watching, her who made him feel seen.
Y/N was the first to look away.
Corpse would have thrown a tantrum if he was a lesser man.
“Oh.”
Y/N’s face scrunched up cutely as she stared at the corpse that was now lying on the ground. The chat blew up when they put two and two together, realising that she hadn’t seen it, neither of you had.
Corpse’s throat clogged.
What if Y/N figured out that…
He hadn’t figured it out himself yet, he hadn’t allowed himself to yet.
“We make it very believable,” Corpse whispered in Y/N’s ear because what else could he do? What else could he say to make it less suspicious. He couldn’t lose her as a friend, he had lost too many that way. Girls he befriended, dated, never saw again.
Not her, he could lose anyone but not her.
“What’s wrong?” Corpse asked when he realise Y/N had been sunken in thought too, her eyes downcast, face fallen again. He had done such a good job at cheering Y/N up, making her smile again, and it seems that he was the reason she was back to the lull she had been in before.
Corpse wanted to reach out, hold her, tell her it was going to be okay because he so desperately needed it himself.
He could only stare at her, wondering what he could do to make it all better, to take away the pain he didn’t know she carried until now.
There was nothing.
And as helpless as Corpse felt in his growing yet unnamed feelings for her, as helpless as he feels in not knowing what he can do to make her happy, to make her feel seen.
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author's note: for my dearest @dracoslittlesunflower who requested for the vibe collection: corpse dancing with y/n in the kitchen. i hope you love it as much as i love you!
“Dance with me.”
Corpse turned his head, but only slightly, a mere hint that he had heard what you said. One ring-clad hand was still holding the spatula, stirring the pasta sauce methodically. “You know that I can’t-”
His voice wavered and he turned back to the stove, pretending to check the pasta. It wasn’t even boiling over and yet his eyes were watching the noodles with a sort of laser focus that seemed almost impossible to break.
Almost.
“I’m not asking you to stand on your head, weirdo,” you laughed and turned the music up a little. There was a slow song playing – a lone voice accompanied the melodic strumming of a guitar. It was a song about love.
“I’m asking you to dance with me.”
This time, you extended your hand outwards, wiggling your fingers playfully when Corpse wavered. “A slow dance,” you clarified.
It pained you to see Corpse like that; so insecure and almost grieving the fact that he couldn’t dance the way he used to do. And yet you still gently prompted him to lay his hand in yours and hold on to your waist as you laid your hand on his shoulder.
You led first, getting Corpse to move with you through the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the dinner table that nearly hit your hip. It was a little awkward – the both of you stumbling around to try and find a rhythm while avoiding various pieces of furniture and the bag of cat food leaning against the pantry.
“You’re awful at leading,” Corpse mumbled, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Maybe you should take over then?” you mumbled back, a challenge in your voice.
And so he did.
Corpse grew more confident with every movement, even twirled you around once. He made sure you were safe in his arms the split second after, holding you tightly as you moved.
The song transitioned into another slow one.
Corpse was catching up to the fact that you must have put on this playlist with the sole purpose of dancing with him.
He didn’t say anything.
Corpse lowered his cheek so it was pressed against yours as you moved, swaying to the music more than dancing now. Everything had slowed into an easy thrum, a beat you didn’t have to think about. You could just hold the man of your dreams in your arms and move with him until you couldn’t consciously tell you were moving anymore.
“I’m sorry you can’t dance anymore,” you whispered, your mouth so close by Corpse’s ear that it blew a curl to the side. “I wish I could do something so you could.”
You wanted to give him everything. He deserved the world and nothing less.
“You’re already doing something,” Corpse answered and held you a little tighter. The hand that was once on your waist moved to snake around your back. “Dancing with you is my favourite type of dancing.”
“You sap,” you giggled, yet you laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Nothing existed anymore except for you and Corpse, tangled together in a dance only you knew.
“Your sap,” Corpse corrected you.
His hand released yours and while that might have given you a small jolt of panic in the past, you weren’t surprised now that the hand moved to cup the back of your head instead.
You sighed contently and smiled as the playlist continued down the long list of songs you could slow dance to.
Can you do a headcanon for corpse husband when yn is Lana del Rey daughter
As a huge fan of Lana Del Rey you bet I can! Thank you so much for your request, hun! Hope you enjoy the headcanons 💕
Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Female- Gender Neutral for the most part tho)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentioned teenage pregnancy
Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
- You and Corpse were introduced to one another by your mutual friend Dave who you've worked with on a few tracks before
- You two hit it off immediately, being quick to find many interests you shared apart from making music
- Dave had basically done God's work introducing you to one another
- He did it on the basis of music as to help you expand your horizons and explore different genres of music like you'd told him you intended to do
- He suspected you and Corpse would get along well from the very beginning and he was relieved to find out he was right
- You too were relieved
- You'd been a fan of Corpse's music for quite some time until one day Dave caught you rocking out to it so you had to admit to your huge crush on his work
- Yes, on his work, not on him, no way
- *ahem*
- A few meet-ups via Discord calls later, you had decided on making the move forward and setting the original plan in motion by getting started to write a song together
- However, there was a small issue you had to resolve before continuing onward
- "I know you're secretive about your music and all, but I need to hear at least one song of yours to understand your style and your take on different genres." Corpse explained, "I need to know what's the best way we can collide our voices cause I would assume you and I have completely different genres of music."
- Typically, when someone would assume your genre of music solely based on your aesthetic and the soothing sound of your voice, you'd get annoyed, but Corpse's assumption wasn't based solely on those superficial reasons
- He had gotten to know you quite well in the short period of time you had known each other and, based on the emotions you had told him you put in your work, he's clearly made a whole-ass analysis on your music without even hearing it first
- Now that's a musician's observation skills at their finest
- "Ugh...ok, alright. I'll send you two tracks. Listen to them, and get back to me afterwards." You replied, quickly clicking away with your mouse, sending two audio files his way before deafening yourself in the call
- You didn't want to hear your own songs coupled with Corpse's silence while he listens to them, you know that'll drive you crazy with suspense and worry of what his final review would be
- That's one thing you never managed to inherit from your mother - her confidence
- All that woman has to do is walk into a room and she'll own the space around her
- All eyes would be on her, all talk would be about her but she wouldn't even bat an eye
- She'd flash that charming smile of hers, flip her hair over her shoulder and blend in the crowd despite sticking out like a sore thumb
- She definitely wouldn't be shutting her ears to the chatter, she'd let people talk and not give a crap
- That's an area you're royally lacking in when compared to her
- You do have a certain level of confidence, a step up from before you started making your own music, but you still had a long way to go before you could become like your mom
- Back to the call though
- In the chat function you see a newly appeared waving hand emoji, suggesting you should probably undeafen yourself
- "Hey, you're back! Where'd you go?" Corpse asked when he saw you had reengaged
- "My cat needed to be fed." You lied, "Anyways, what did you think?"
- "First of all, you're work is immaculate. You are probably the only one who can pull off this style of singing and make it sound beautiful. It's like if a fairytale was a song. But, do you mind if I ask who's your inspiration? I have my guess but I don't wanna make any out-of-pocket assumptions."
- You quietly giggled to yourself , "Of course, I don't mind. My inspiration also happens to be the most important person in my life, my mother. She's such a badass woman. Gentle and delicate but also so strong and brave. I mean, she had me when she was seventeen and never once gave up on me or on herself and pushed through life and pursued her career all while raising me like the fighter she is. She's my inspiration in all aspects of my life, not just my music."
- "That's so sweet, your mother sounds so cool. Wish I could meet her. She sounds like a factory for song material."
- You chuckled once again, "Yeah she is, and a meeting could be arranged. What was your guess anyway?"
- "I was gonna guess Lana Del Rey. Your song 'Next time I see you' sounded like...how do I say this...a continuation? Yes, a continuation to her song 'Brooklyn Baby', which, by the way, is my favorite song of hers."
- You grin widely, "I'll forward the message to my mom. I too agree that 'Brooklyn Baby' is one of her best songs but she disagrees. She can never take my opinion for anything, she says I'm biased which is probably true. But hey, Lana Del Rey or not, I'm always 100% honest with her and also her biggest fan so...."
- "Wait, wait, wait, run that by me one more time?!" The bafflement in his voice is too amusing for you not to laugh
- "What? The part about me being biased and stuff or the part where Lana Del Rey is my mother?"
